Time Is A Circus, Always Packing Up and Moving Away

I'm in love with things that have charm. I don't care if they are careworn/falling to bits. Like this jacket. It's missing so many bits here and there, a touch of braid, a few buttons.

But when I put it on, I feel like a princess.... or a lion tamer.

Also probably not the best pictures of my fringe. The fan was going so fast and it sort of blew everything away. I'm getting used to the fringe but I have to get up five minutes earlier to straighten it. Oh well!

The circus was the first part of title, the packing up and moving away is the next. I just recently moved out of home and it seems that soon I'll be moving away from this town. It's sort of bittersweet, I've always wanted to leave but not really. Does anyone have any advice that will stop me from being so incredibly scared of the months ahead?